Catch 22

I am 6 classes away from my Associates in both degrees.  I found out last Spring that I would qualify for a a specific grant if I carried a minimum 9 credit hour class load.  That meant I'd need to take 5 of the 6 classes this Fall. I looked into the classes and they are all right Smack-Dab in the middle of the working day.  9-2:30pm on Mondays and Wednesdays, 11-2:30pm Tuesdays & Thursdays, and 11-12:30pm on Fridays.  Which would mean I wouldn't be able to keep my current job.  (sad face)

I began looking into other possibilities...  nothing was clear cut and nothing seemed to be working out.  Then, one day in May as I was sitting in front of the computer, looking at the Fall line-up of classes to see if they added any of my needed courses at night, I had the distinct impression to go ahead and sign up for all 5 classes.  I even questioned it, "Really?"  The impression in my mind was, "Yes. Really."

Some may call that my subconscious leading me to choose what I really wanted, however I believe it was more.  I believe it was divine inspiration.  So, I took a deep breath and registered for all 5 classes.  Then, I looked at the calendar and figured I had 90 days to find a new job.

I sent out resumes, applications, and spread the word like it was some piece of juicy gossip Gladys Kravitz couldn't wait to get her hands on.  Still, no bites.

At a low point a few weeks ago I started thinking maybe I got it all wrong.  Maybe I just need to take one class and keep my current job.  I knew my employer would work with me if it was just one class.  But then I started thinking, "but what about the next semester and the one after that and that?"  I knew that I couldn't spend the next 4 or 5 years taking one class at a time.  Also, if I didn't take the classes now, I wouldn't get the grant.

Then within the last week I've had a few options come my way.  None of which are perfect, but some - if combined together, could at least work for the semester.  I decided that perhaps I needed to take a bigger leap of faith; that perhaps my little hops, skips and jumps just weren't going to cut it anymore.  I thought about one of my mother's mottos, which is "Pray as if everything depends upon the Lord; Act as if everything depends upon you."  I am a firm believer that patience doesn't mean just sitting around and doing nothing.  After all, I am a do-er.

So, I went and done did.  I decided that I needed to put my two weeks' notice in at work and have faith that either something better will come along in the next two weeks, or I will just make those other option work for my benefit.

My boss cried. I cried.  What can I say?  We're both saps.

I don't have the money part Completely figure out just yet - but I am hoping it will come.  In the meantime, I hope this semester just flies by!